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Gone
The Cosmo’s stop
The ink drops
The clock which isn’t a clock
Gently rocks
The world to sleep
We dream, we sigh
Our lives they float
Our dreams flitter into the night
And I now know
That I can’t hide from you
Can’t steal the light from the truth
Abuse the light inside of you
This was meant to be our wine
Our song
You will miss me
You will miss
Yes you will miss me
Miss me when I'm gone
Long long gone
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